After the party, Leslie felt odd. For starters, she had an absolutely killer headache. And a tingling all over her body. And she couldn't find her glasses.
She rolled over and slapped the snooze button. Goddamned alarm. Did it have to be so loud?
Leslie stumbled to her feet and hobbled over to her nightstand, feeling around for her glasses. Nothing. She moved to the floor. Nothing. She looked under the bed. Goddamned glasses. Did they have to be so hard to find?
She put them on and shuffled into the bathroom. The fluorescent light caused her to recoil for a second. Goddamned light. Did it have to be so bright?
Frustrated with the world in general, Leslie stepped into the shower. Goddamned shower. Did it have to be so cold?
Eventually it warmed up, and Leslie stood under the stream, and thought about what she was going to do with her Saturday.
She blinked. Her pussy felt numb. Completely numb. Nonexistent numb.
Leslie rubbed some of the shampoo out of her eyes and felt around.
Nothing. As her hand passed over her groin, Leslie felt out the spot where her pussy had been. Now it was just flat featureless skin bordered on all sides by pubic hair.
She felt her heart pounding a mile a minute. Without thinking, she stooped down and felt around the shower floor. Maybe it had just fallen off. That was preferable to the possibility that it had just disappeared. Finding nothing, she stood and reluctantly soaped and rinsed what pubic hair remained, then stepped out of the shower.
Leslie went over to the full-length mirror and looked at herself. Just as she'd felt in the shower, her pubic hair vanished in an oval the same size and shape as her pussy. She patted the skin, tugged ineffectually at it, but it felt no different than a spot on her back or shoulder. She had no way to get off, and no way to take a piss.
Slowly, she began to tear up in frustration and walked over to the sink. Her pussy was gone. Gone without a trace.
Actually, not quite. As she stood hunched over the sink, she realized she could sense her pussy, as if it were somewhere else. There was a faint pressure just behind it. Did that mean it had been taken off her body and was now laying somewhere, lips up?
She rubbed her eyes, exasperated. It had to be on the floor someplace. Gross. She'd be scrubbing the hell out of it, when and if she found it. But somehow, it must've fallen off. She hadn't had sex in at least a year. Was it some kind of weird STD?
No.
Her grip on the sink tightened as a theory solidified. It had to be Shannon.
Her roommate had come from a family of witches. From time to time, the topic of magic would come up and Shannon would tell stories of growing up with magic as the norm.
Shannon had the ability, but what was the motive? Leslie was the bookish type, kept to herself, usually studying for a math test or engineering exam. She kept the dorm and the kitchenette clean. She couldn't possibly have done anything to piss Shannon off.
She went back to her room, threw her pajamas back on, and marched into Shannon's room. She was getting an answer, one way or another.
"Shannon! Wake the fuck up!"
"Oh God!" her roommate cried, lolling on the bed. "Why can't it be Saturday again?" Shannon reached out to grab the curtains and close them back up as Leslie tore them wide open, but she missed by a clear foot and a half, and the effort caused her to slide into the space between her bed and the wall.
"Motherfucker," she grunted, trapped. Leslie climbed up to the head of the bed to squat near her face.
"So I wake up this morning, and my pussy's gone. What did you do to it?"
Shannon looked up, bleary-eyed, not quite comprehending.
"What? You..you had a cat?"
"Vulva? Vagina? Vajay-jay? My cunt's gone. I mean, I can still kind of feel it. I think. But it's not where it ought to be. And I kinda have to pee."
"I'm not sure I believe you," Shannon said, climbing with some effort back onto the bed.
"Fine," Leslie said, standing and pulling her pants down. Her roommate stared, in an engrossed, hungover sort of way.
"What the fuck..." Shannon whispered. "It's just blank."
"Exactly. So what did you do to me?"
"I don't know." Shannon rubbed her eyes. "I think...I think Melissa and I took some video last night. Maybe we should start there."
Shannon stumbled to her laptop in the living room and plugged her camera in. Leslie dropped down next to her as she wheeled through the menu and a shaky video began playing.
"Okay, so tell the viewers at home what you're gonna do." The voice is off screen, presumably from the person manning camera. Leslie recognized it as Shannon's friend Melissa.
"Well," says Shannon, clearly drunk. "Mom was a witch, right? She used to know some magic. There's this one spell that separates stuff. Mostly she used it to chop stuff in the kitchen, but it's supposed to work on anything. So we're gonna use that on Leslie's cunt, and give her a night she'd never let herself have."
Shannon moves uncomfortably close to the camera, staring into it, and changes her tone to one more maudlin, albeit still drunk, still slurred.
"Because Leslie, you study too much. You need to loosen up, have some fun, fuck a guy. Let loose. And does it really get any more loose than detached?"
She grins impishly as she knocks on her roommate's door. Melissa giggles, and an angry shouting comes from behind the Depeche Mode poster.
"Dammit, Shannon, I'm trying to study," says Leslie, throwing the door open. Her mouth's still forming the last word, when a blast of green light flies from Shannon's hand to the crotch of her pajama pants. A confused look passes over her face, and Leslie looks down at herself.
She reaches down the front of her pants, and Leslie's look changes from confusion to shock. Shannon laughs and whispers something at Melissa.
Leslie pulls what looked like a floppy brown sponge out of her pants and holds it up to her face. The camera begins to shake with Melissa's laughter as her eyes widen.
"A bird in the hand is two in the bush," giggles Shannon, "but what's a bush in the hand worth?"
Oh my God, Leslie mouths, and then "Shannon! What did you do to me? Put it back! Fix me!"
But she doesn't wait for Shannon. She pulls her pants down as she stands in the door, revealing the blank spot of bare skin – a clearing in her pubic hair. Unceremoniously, she pushes her now-unattached pussy against the place it normally goes. As soon as she lets go, it tumbles back into her hand. She tries again and again, gets more and more desperate, but it doesn't work.
"Relax, Lez," says Shannon. She reaches down and snatches Leslie's pussy. "You need to loosen up a little bit. I think we'll pass this around tonight, give you a bit of fun. You study too much, you know?"
Leslie, dumbstruck, gropes for her detached pussy.
"I can, I can still feel it! Ow! You're pulling my hair! Please, give it back, Shannon."
